you've long been on the open road and sleeping in the rain
from dirty words and muddy cells
your clothes are soiled and stained. but the dirty words and muddy cells will soon be judged insane. so only stop and rest yourself
and you'll be off again. oh
take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try. just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. then tell me of the ones you saw as far as you could see
across the plains from field to town
marching to be free. and of the rusted prison gates that tumble by debris
like laughing children
one by one
they look like you and me. oh
take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try. just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. i know you are no stranger
now
to crooked rainbow trails
from dancing cliffheads to shattered sills to slander shackled jails. where the voices drift up from below
his walls are being scaled. yes all of this
and more my friend
your song shall not be failed. oh
take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try. just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes. take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile. your feet are hot and weary from the dusty miles. and maybe i can make you laugh and maybe i can try. just looking for the evening and the morning in your eyes.